#commodore 1571

[pixelreactor]

Commodore 128

[krjpalmer]

The back cover of the June 1986 issue of RUN turns around an argument sometimes deployed to try and sell Apple IIs into homes.

[krjpalmer]

RUN February 1986

This issue’s cover feature made the Commodore disk drive on the cover look mostly useful to Commodore 128 owners; another article promised how to coax graphics out of that computer’s “80 column mode” (originally talked up just for text-only productivity applications, and coming out from a different monitor jack than the composite jack “Commodore 64-mode” graphics were provided via).

[oldphemera]

Lately, I've been doing a lot of data-recovery work, which has included a tremendous number of old floppy diskettes.

The 3.5" floppies (hard case, sliding shutter door) are all pretty much the same, just different colours. But the 5.25" floppies - they all needed sleeves, because not only were the envelopes holding the diskettes flexible, they had non-closing holes, by design, exposing the media so the drive heads could touch it.

Therefore, every diskette needed a sleeve, and I'll be posting a lot of diskette sleeves over the next week or two. XD

Anyway, this is one of the several Commodore 8-bit diskettes I found, with one of three or four (depending upon how you count it) unique designs.

[solarbird]

Sometimes data recovery involves a flatiron. No, really, this diskette warped, and, well, things had to happen. Plus: weird kid storytime!

[commodorez]

I have more issues with getting 5.25" floppy drives to work than I'd care to think about.

I've got a Siemens FDD100 that I just miss-aligned worse than it already was.  Plus, I've got a Commodore 1571 that doesn't read or write correctly -- I presume it is also in need of alignment.

I've had other drives give me trouble in the past, especially on my attempts to hook them into modern systems.  It's like my favorite format is trying to tell me "go use something modern, you nostalgic bastard".  This is what I'm doing instead of sleeping before work: screwing around with drives that predate my existence.